Author's Note: I will fully admit that I am very weak when it comes to poetry, or at least I think I am. I have a tendency to write only things that I can put to music, as if the words were actual song lyrics dancing in my head. This piece is my first attempt at breaking away from the mold and has been collecting cyberspace dust for awhile now. Tonight, while at work, I received some inspiration and decided to dust it off and try to finish it. I'm not sure if this piece is finished or not, and will probably be revisited at some point, but for now I am satisfied with at least sharing it.
Sporadic raindrops falling on my head
No one knows what's in store
Which makes today's life such a bore
And all I want to do is sleep instead
For the wrath of the night has won the day
The gloom spreads forth its icy touch
Layering us all with the darkness's dream
Speaking words I cannot understand
But sounding like bare feet running through the sand
I ask what it wants but it does not answer
Only mumbling and moaning to my ear's fright
Casting shadows of the landscape in flight
Finding dawn's light, to escape this prison, I search
Till tomorrow's awakening rising of light
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